SapphiConnection Couples 2014

By Taryn Taylor

Taryn ends 2014 with a gift to old and new readers: a compilation of the year's couples! These four short stories represent the first parts in each SapphiConnection series released in 2014. Each title is individually released for $0.99, so you get one story for free! Consider it a sampler of Taryn's greatest hits!

The Couples 2014 Collection Includes:

Tess & Sidney, Part 1 (6,500 Words) 

New girl in town Sidney knew she was giving up her love life when she moved into a town with more cows than people. What she didn't expect was to find one other lesbian around - Tess, showing off her feminine airs in her online profile, and making Sidney optimistic about her new life. 

But their first date goes south when Sidney discovers Tess isn't who she appeared to be. Flannel, short hair, and manly habits, Tess is the antithesis of what Sidney finds attractive in other women. And the feeling is mutual! Are these two gonna make do with what they've got? Probably, and a lot of frustration - and release - will result! 

Zoe & Polly, Part 1 (6,500 Words) 

Freshly transferred to a new university, Zoe is looking for a club activity to keep her mind sharp and her body active. The only one that sticks out to her is the local Gay-Straight Alliance, and that's only because of volunteer Polly - a vivacious redhead who is friendlier than anyone Zoe has ever known. 

It doesn't take much for Zoe to fall for Polly, and soon enough she's invited over for a private night alone. Zoe is eager to explore young love, but there's one thing holding her back: her inexperience, which is getting harder to deal with now that she's in her 20s. 

College life is full of new surprises and lasting life lessons. But Zoe is about to learn something she could never learn in a classroom! 

Freya & Giselle, Part 1 (6,000 Words) 

Studio art teacher Giselle knows how to get her kids back in class - give them a live model to draw! She posts an ad in the SapphiConnection classifieds and gets a response from Freya, a young artist who dabs in modeling on the side. Although a seasoned teacher, Giselle was not expecting to fall so suddenly for the confident Freya. She's even more shocked when Freya asks for a canvas of her own... so she can draw Giselle! It's a meeting of artistic minds in a new saga of SapphiConnection's sexy testimonies! 

Quinn & Ava, Part 1 (6,500 Words) 

"Living in Sin" is SapphiConnection's latest online reality show, where six women battle for a monetary prize. All they have to do is remain pious and sinless the longest. No sleeping in. No wonderful foods. No grown-up movies. And definitely no hanky panky. 

Quinn is one of the contestants, and she's convinced that she can't be tempted. That is until she meets new housemate Ava, who just wants to play the game - with Quinn. Forget alliances. Forget challenges. These ladies are about the push the limits of what they can and cannot get away with on reality TV!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Taryn Taylor
• Release date: Jul 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781516345229

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SapphiConnection

Couples 2014

Taryn Taylor

SAPPHICONNECTION Couples 2014

Copyright: Taryn Taylor

Published: 20th July 2015

This is a work of fiction. Any and all similarities to any characters, settings, or situations are purely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

WARNING: This book contains adult language and graphic f/f sex. It is intended for mature audiences only.

Tess & Sidney

The same song played for the fifth time in a row that night.

Sidney looked over her shoulder after taking a sip of her beer. In front of the jukebox, far, far away from the bar, was Old Jim counting out coins in his hand. At a nearby pool table some of the local guys grumbled about the song but politely ignored the town elder.

He likes that song ‘cause it was big thirty years ago.

The bartender, Craig, stood before Sidney. He wiped some glasses before placing them back on the shelf. Don’t we all like songs that came out thirty years ago? Sidney stretched her spine and cracked her knuckles.

Some of us a little more than others. Craig wandered to the other end of the bar to take some orders.

Another slow Friday night in the world of country living. Although it was the weekend, and this was the local watering hole, the only patrons beside Old Jim and Sidney were men with day jobs and the occasional woman. Most of the people in that area were ranchers and farmers, and even on the weekend they couldn’t hang out late.

As Sidney sat at the bar she was approached more than once by these men. Even though she was not most men’s type – buzz cut hair, a stern look, and hard biceps she liked to display with sleeveless tops – Sidney figured there was such a shortage of available women in that part of the county that the single men sniffed around whomever they could find.

Hey, you’re the lady who took o’er running the ol’ Clark House, right? asked a man on his way by from the bathroom. Nice place.

Sidney nodded and introduced herself. The man praised the historical house Sidney was now in charge of keeping up and documenting, a part of her passion for frontier histories. The Clark House was once owned by the biggest head cheese that town ever knew. That was 150 years ago, however. Now it was the home of the biggest lesbian that side of the corner store.

You take care, said the man before exiting the bar. Sidney sighed. One month in town, and she swore she knew everyone by name now.

Well, not quite.

She pulled out her phone. After making sure no one was around to pry, Sidney opened her browser and looked at the SapphiConnection website. It was left on the profile of the woman she was supposed to meet that night.

Tess was a local, through and through. Her profile talked about the ranch she ran with her father, and her pictures were mostly from high school, long ago. Her main picture was of her in a cute cheerleader’s uniform, big pompoms shaking in front of her chest while she smiled for the yearbook photo. When Sidney took a chance to look for available women in the area, she did not expect to find anyone, let alone this beautiful lady with long black hair and effortless make-up. Sidney had such a weak spot for femmes. Not only did they arouse her unlike any other type of woman, but they often had the audacity to steal her heart.

They were supposed to meet that night. Sidney was a little early, but her breath tightened as she imagined an aged – but still beautiful – version of this girl sauntering into the bar with her cowboy boots and sexy belt buckle.

Minutes rolled by. Sidney ordered another beer to replace her empty one. Patrons came and went. The two men sitting at the other end of the bar left and were replaced by another woman – a butch woman.

Usual, Craig, the woman said with a deep voice. She pulled out a cigarette and had it lit before the bartender gave her a beer. How’s the wife?

Doin’ better. Doc says her foot should be healed up before fair time. ‘Bout time because that gal has a got a real cracker in her ass ‘bout gettin’ on da horse ‘gain.

Think she’ll be ready for the rodeo?

Eh, who can damn well say? I ain’t puttin’ it past her though. She’s on dem crutches yet can still whoop my ass.

They laughed, the woman making a quip about the guy’s wife only a local would know.

You here by yourself t’night?

Smoke wafted across the bar. Nah. Meetin’ someone.

Oh, that so? Well, I’ll leave you to it then, Tess.

Tess?

Just as the bartender wandered away, Sidney stole a glance at the woman again. That was Tess? Somehow she doubted there would be more than one solo woman with the same name that night! But she wasn’t ready for… didn’t think she would see… damnit, there went Sidney’s fantasies. This woman was about as feminine as a tom cat. Short hair, no make-up, a flannel shirt and grungy boots… she wasn’t bad looking, but she was far from Sidney’s type.

What should she do? Should she quietly leave and pretend this never happened? What would she tell Tess in chat later? No woman wanted to be stood up! Especially when they were two of the only lesbians in town!

Hey.

Sidney almost dropped her beer. Tess looked back at her.

You new around here? Tess asked, cigarette balancing between her lips. Haven’t seen you before. Trust me, I know everyone.

Sidney cleared her throat. Yeah, I just moved here.

Shit, sucks for you.

It’s not bad. This was getting awkward. Did Tess know who Sidney was?

Not bad? That’s because you haven’t been stuck here for thirty years yet. Give it some time before your brain turns to mush.

Uh, I’ll keep that in mind.

I’m Tess, by the way. She extended her hand for a tepid shake. Me and my old man run Blue Round Ranch. Heard of it?

I may have… It was only on Tess’s profile.

Good gig. Tess took her hand back and extinguished her cigarette. You a city slicker?

Sidney squirmed in her seat. She had no idea how to field a question like that. In her mind, she came from a small town… but compared to this town, she was from a veritable city. Already Sidney ran into some locals who laughed at her for saying she knew what small time life was like. Her old town had 30,000 people in it… and was part of a much larger metro area. Maybe the locals had something on her. Compared to people around here… I guess I am.

Well, that ain’t hard. Someone entered the bar. Tess looked over her shoulder and scoffed at it being a man.

Was she waiting for her hot date? Maybe she didn’t know who Sidney was yet. There was still time for her to quietly steal away and pretend this never happened. Or that Tess either had no photos of her in the past ten years or was flat out lying about her appearance on her profile. Thus far she seemed like a nice gal… Sidney hoped for Tess’s sake that it was the former and not the latter.

But as she was about to gather her things and leave, Tess said, You still haven’t told me your name, stranger.

Well, shit. How was she supposed